Tutor Anyone?

So, in the last week and a half I have found that Cost Accounting and I have not been the best of friends...I am going to have to work pretty hard on this one. If anyone is pretty good at cost accounting and is willing to help me out, let me know...

I know I have really only completed the first week and can defintely step it up given what has been going on in the personal realm of my life, but you can never been too cautious.

A Little Piece of Heaven!

As I sit here being unproductive at work, dreading the upcoming weekend full of homework and studying for a test I...wait a second, school doesn't start until Monday...yep, that's right, I already have a test and homework due and I haven't even been to class yet. Anyways, I digress.

My little piece of heaven for this weekend: Pistachio Dream Cake.

I am the queen of "let's see how we can make this healthy." It drives my family and B crazy, but I can't help it and I finally found one that they all like. This cake is amazing and I can't wait to dive in for some deliciousness!

If you love pistachio flavored treats and are feeling a little daring...try this! (if you want the nutritional info, I have calculated it myself, so let me know and I'll email it to you)

Ingredients:
1 package (18-1/4 ounces) yellow cake mix
1 package (1 ounce) instant sugar-free pistachio pudding mix
1 carton (8 ounces) nonfat plain yogurt
3 egg whites
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 cup diet lemon-lime soda
FROSTING:
1-1/2 cups cold fat-free milk
1 package (1 ounce) instant sugar-free pistachio pudding mix
2 cups reduced-fat whipped topping
Directions: In a large mixing bowl, combine dry cake and pudding mixes, yogurt, egg whites and vanilla; beat on low speed for 1 minute. Gradually beat in soda. Pour into a 13-in. x 9-in. baking pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 350° for 20-25 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool. For frosting, combine milk and dry pudding mix in a mixing bowl; beat on low for 2 minutes. Fold in whipped topping. Spread over cake. Store in the refrigerator. Yield: 20 servings.

It Pays To Be Prepared...

Okay okay okay...I have been the worst at blogging lately, but here I am with something somewhat interesting. Be prepared, for some reason I found that I talk to myself a lot and it is magnified in this blog. Enjoy.

So, I had my dream/goal/do anything to exercise list and on it was my desire to run a 10k with no problem. Specifically, the 24th of July 10k. Last year I accomplished this in a better time than I anticipated (48:12). This year I was less than prepared and basically just thought "hey, I've done it before, who cares if I stopped training in April when the half marathon was over?"

Being such a competitive person I would not let myself stand idly by while my sister and brother-in-law, who actually trained for this race, run it without me there giving them a little bit of competition. So, I sign up two days before the race and decide that I'm going to do it and that I have to do it in under 50 minutes or I will just be down right ashamed of myself for letting my running go by the wayside.

The morning of, I wake up and realize that the race starts in 20 minutes. Now, feeling completely rushed, I make my way to the starting line, looking for Beck and Vic in the process. Unsuccessful in catching up with them before the start, I put my ipod in and think to myself "what are you doing?" I hear the gun shot and I'm off.

About a mile into the race my right foot starts to kill. As I continue my run limp, I'm thinking "Way to be prepared Kate, you didn't make sure your nails were perfect before a race. You will now suffer for the next 5 miles." And don't worry, I did. I felt like the further I went, the more of a limp I had. I wanted to finish so badly and feared that I would not make my time, considering I was less than prepared in more ways than one.

I made it across in 49.38 according to the gun shot...for some reason they don't have the chip times in yet, which should be better. For being unprepared I was pretty impressed, but a little disappointed that I didn't beat my time from last year. Have no fear, I will finish with a better time next year...just wait.

Pushing it to the finish line...in the gray shirt :)

You can kind of see the limp run in this one...
I must say...I'm glad my legs don't look fatty like in most of my pictures from other races.

This is as I'm talking to Rach, thus the blurry face.ALWAYS REMEMBER: make sure your nails are nice and clipped and perfect for a race...or you could end up like this. I had to throw the socks away, sad day.Vic looks like "Ya, I'm cool, be jealous." - Beck" Yeah, I just ran this race in a better time than last year." - Kate "Take the picture, I can't wait to fix my bloody shoe."

-For the record, I sweat a lot, but not THAT much. I had a runner bump me when I was getting water and it went down the front of me. :)

So He Thinks He Can Dance...

Alright, so if anyone still actually looks at my blog, I promise I am in the process of like three blogs, but since I am not ready to post those I just wanted to show a picture that made me laugh this morning...he'll kill me when he sees this, but I could not help but show this off. It was taken at Billy and Becca's wedding. B keeps telling me I take him to too many weddings, but it looks to me like he had fun! (you can see it better here http://gallery.insuto.com/d/8723-1/Grimshaw_1061_blog.jpg )
And he said he couldn't dance...

And This Is Me...

I am... strong and competitive, but will give into those I love because I love to make people happy, that makes me happy.

I know...that one day I'll figure out where I am really going.

I once...drove two hours in ridiculous traffic just so I could see someone I love.

I wish...I had more time for me.

I hate...traffic, okay, I hate driving in general.

I hear... I have big biceps for a girl, not always my favorite feature.

I crave... security and stability. I try to associate myself with people I feel safe with.

I search... for the hidden meaning in everything. (can we say overanalyzer)

I wonder... what kind of mom I'll be (don't worry, I still have a LONG time to wonder about it)

I regret... not standing up for myself more.

I care... too much for those that don't really care so much about me.

I always... try to be the best at what I do.

I am not... good at staying away from sugar .

I believe... that it will all work out in the end.

I dance... in my underwear, alot.

I sing... all the time.

I don't always... think before I speak, but at least it's the truth.

I win...end of story.

I listen... to other people's theories...sometimes they make me laugh.

I can usually be found... running.

I am happy about... being a Roos.

I tag....Reb, Bree and Chelsey

Adventures with Noelle

Going to get some "Pizza Pie"

For the better part of July my sister and niece were in town from Arizona and since I don't live at home anymore, I didn't get to see Noelle quite as much as I would have liked. For the first week or so of them being here she wanted nothing to do with me and would quite frankly just tell me to go away. I became somewhat disconcerted over this and felt that Noelle and I needed to spend some time together without the distraction of her many admirers.


So, Jelly and I decide that a good trip to the Costco is a good idea. Unfortunately for me, she falls asleep on the way there and I spend a good 5-10 minutes trying to get her to stay awake and sit in the cart. We roam throughout the Costco for a while and then as we are leaving I buy her some "Pizza Pie" as she calls it. I am told that she will eat at least 2/3 of the slice...hmm, this did not happen. We head back to my apartment and she ends up sitting on the counter watching Ice Age eating graham crackers and milk...oh, and how could we forget the chocolate!
Waiting for Grandpa Ted to come kiss her goodnight.

It is getting close to bedtime so we venture back to my parents house to get her to bed. I think she told me 17 times that she had to go to the bathroom and ended up parading around underwear-less for a good half an hour. She kept telling me she was "waiting for Grandpa Ted" to come home. She even told me to call him because he wasn't coming home fast enough. Eventually he makes it home and she kisses him good night and she hops in bed. How am I supposed to know she doesn't usually sleep with a lot pillows? She just lies down and I hear a little mumbling before she is out...or I was, I can't remember. The next thing I know, it's an hour and a half later and time for me to go home.

Showing Jack some muscles.



All in all, I adore this kid and even though she knows I'm a sucker I will give her chocolate and buy her pizza pie any time she wants. I'll even steal more of Mr. Army's graham crackers to keep her content :)

To Buy or Not To Buy...

I am sort of a complex person when it comes to purchases because I either take 6 months to 2 years deciding on every feature of the product that is necessary for fulfilling my supposed "needs" or I don't even think about it and just buy...

When it came to buying my first car, I started out looking into what would be the best bang for my buck since cars are not an investment they are basically just a money pit. I wanted a Volkswagon and quickly moved on realizing that I was not willing to take it to the dealership every time the car had one of its 87 lights appear. I finally decided on the Corolla...and then I researched for the next year which Corolla would be the best for me, and the cutest of course because people would see me driving this thing and I would not want to look anything less than amazing in it. Sadly, that really went through my head. Anyways, after two years I had decided I wanted a Corolla XRS because it was cute and reliable, but also sporty and fast even though to this day I don't know how to fully utilize these functions. I also knew that XRSs were not easy to come by in Utah and therefore decided I would "settle" for the S. Luckily, one fateful day I found my XRS and have been happy with it ever since.

Then comes purchases like the hiking boots. "Kate, you're going to need hiking boots for backpacking," says Ben. I just reply with "Okay, let's go to REI." 20 minutes at the REI, two pairs tried on, decide to go with the cuter ones (wow, for not being much a girlie girl, I sure care about the cuteness of my stuff). Ben is amazed that I didn't even flinch at the decision. My thoughts are...if I find something else that is better, I can always bring them back.

Well, I made another "6 month to 2 year decision" purchase...finally! I bought a laptop. Again, this is more of a money pit than an investment, but I feel that with building my own and getting the features that I need, and maybe a little more than I need, I can justify it. Also, I am walking away debt free from the ordeal which makes it that much better.

This blog was probably a waste of your time, but here is a picture of my new toy!